Gemotions

The flickering departure board glared at Amelia. "Delayed," it announced, the red letters a taunt. Her stomach clenched. She’d been looking forward to seeing her niece's first ballet recital. Now, the carefully chosen bouquet was already wilting in her carry-on, mirroring her mood.

She huffed, grabbing her oversized tote and practically throwing it onto the nearest seat. The woman next to her jumped, giving Amelia a wide-eyed look. "Sorry," Amelia mumbled, but the word lacked sincerity. A headache was already forming behind her eyes.

She pulled out her phone, immediately dialing her sister. The call went straight to voicemail. “Hey, it’s Amelia, flight’s delayed… probably won’t make it. Ugh.” She hung up without leaving a proper message. This whole day was a disaster.